The Adventures of Doctor Abby Normal, The Basement Diaries

The IESC, Part 4

"Wow Dad, that's a lot of rules." The IRS was no pushover, well, most of the time, hopefully. "What does 'benefits the community' mean?"

"Daddy's new employer has to do that so she doesn't have to pay taxes."

"Why?"

"If she benefits the community the government won't take her money."

"Can I do that?"

"You probably can, it's far too easy, there's a list but it can be interpreted in different ways."

"So if I save a kitten from a tree, or a tree from a kitten, I can keep my money?"

"It's a bit more complicated than that."

"What does your boss do?"

"Technically she qualifies as a humanitarian organization, of sorts. She is taking care of a large number of people, who all happen to worship her." Which was also her hobby that kept her busy so that was another benefit.

"That's smart, what do you do?"

"A little bit of everything," he mostly reinforced the group thought, and paperwork.

"Do they worship you?"

"No, a man cannot hold power, except for the Norman. I'm just here to help."

"Who's Norman?" And why did they worship him?

"It's a long story."

"Are those numbers?" Those looked like some big numbers.

"They're, donations."

"Good job dad."

"Thank you." They really should worship him.

"Is that the purple lady?" Her picture was on a cork board.

"She also, helps, she "does things" for them."

"Is she our new mom?"

"No, you don't have, well you, why don't you go touch yourself champ?"

"I haven't hit puberty yet."

"Well go do that and let daddy work." Lester shooed him out of his office.

"Mai, how do I touch myself?"

"Why you do that?"

"Dad said I could." Mai got the slipper.

"I'm sorry."

"Fester, you naughty boy!"

"I'm Chester."

"Where your name tag?"

"It fell off."

"I give you colors, no switching clothes." Howie's was "African American." He cared so much.

"Little bastard!"

"Me? I'm Nester."

"Who is that?" He was sitting on someone.

"Lester Jr."

"He alive?"

"Lester are you alive?"

"I hope so."

"Get up, go do homework."

"We didn't have any."

"Go play...Cowbell." Music was a therapeutic distraction from killing your sibling.

"We don't have those."

"Everybody pick instrument, we take dad's credit card."

"Of torture?" Did those count?

"Musical instruments, we not watch TV, be productive."